No sorry for today; just tomorrow's yesterday
I apologise for not being, for being, for not seeing what I saw
For existing, for living, for wanting, for crying, for understanding what I could
No sorry for mothers giving birth to daily hope
And none at all for being left alone with no hope
I give you no sorry for those evenings,
for dances on time's butterfly flippers
Lust's death-laden whispers; oh his life-giving chants
No sorry for kisses, wild fumbles on mars
No sorry for crickets and wet cigarette butts
No sorry for drunk nights; stars in broad daylight caskets of familier lies; shards of broken trust
No sorry for goodbye and farewell, sweet Friend.
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